Ian-Michael Bergeron

The week of my 30th birthday (yes, 30—I’m still getting used to saying that), I went to see a one-man show appropriately titled Happy Birthday Doug. Turning 30 didn’t exactly thrill me, but I figured shifting the attention to someone else’s “birthday” would take off some of the pressure. The show is up at Soho Playhouse on Vandam Street. It was my first time there. After picking up the tickets for my boyfriend and myself,...

During these cold months, when rooftop bars and trips to Riis Beach are out of the question, I spend a lot of my days off playing games. I don’t play many video games—nothing against them, I’d just rather be with my friends than sitting alone in my apartment all day—so I usually make my way over to my friend Jack’s house for board games. Someone gets the coffee, someone else gets the bagels and cream...

I love predicting what’s going to happen in books and movies. The same goes for Broadway shows—my most recent excursion being The Inheritance at the Barrymore Theatre. I didn’t know anything about it—truly only knew that it was a Broadway show—but my boyfriend wanted to see it, so I bought us Friday tickets to Part One (three hours, two intermissions) and Saturday tickets to Part Two (three hours, one intermission and a “brief pause”), going...

When my friend Jack asked me to go to a whiskey tour & tasting, my answer was a resounding “Uhm… Why?” I don’t like whiskey—most people know that, certainly my best friend—furthermore, I find most of those tours boring. I don’t need to know the history of Rose, Karen—I came here to get drunk. “What else are you doing today?” Jack asked. That I didn’t have an answer for, and before I knew it I...

The other day, a friend of mine surprised me with an extra ticket to go to the Museum of Sex’s newest attraction, Super Funland, a self proclaimed “Erotic Carnival.” I’ve never been a big fan of the Museum of Sex—frankly, the exhibits are fairly small and boring for a “Museum of Sex”—but I rarely pass on a free excursion. We got to the Museum of Sex and waiting in line—even though we had pre-purchased promotional...

It’s no secret that there is, pardon my French, a shit-ton of money in New York City. I remember, in my early 20, dating someone in Chelsea that was wealthy. Well—at least, I thought we were dating, and at the time found it wildly romantic that he always paid for me to get a taxi home to 181st Street. (Now, I understand that he was just trying to get me out of the apartment.) It...

For my friend Derrick’s birthday (and no, I won’t tell you which birthday this was), rather than spend our money getting wasted in Hell’s Kitchen (which we do every weekend anyway), he booked an escape room for himself and his eight closest friends. We did The Penitentiary at OMEscape Escape Room. I’d done one escape room before, last February, but it was nothing like this one: Within our large escape room, we were separated into...

Resolutions are a tricky subject for me. I don’t mean to say that I don’t like the idea of bettering myself: of course I like the sound of that. And there are plenty of things that I wish I’d do that I don’t—make use of my gym membership; eat fried food less; write more; wake up fifteen minutes earlier so I’m not late for work; pay off my credit card debt; WRITE MORE. It’s the...

While looking for festive things to do around the city with my boyfriend (besides ogling the store windows up 5th Avenue, wondering what it must be like to be able to afford the clothes in said windows), a friend of mine suggested that I go see Steven Brinberg’s show “Simply Barbra: A Christmas Show” at The Green Room 42. The Green Room 42 is on the fourth floor of Yotel on Tenth Avenue. I’d been...